Triple Drabble: Finding Ianto
Title: Finding Ianto
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto, OACs, mentions Tosh, the Doctor
Rating: G
Spoilers: None.
Summary: When Ianto is taken by the Rift, Jack must find him and bring him home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: For the prompt ‘Hold On, We're Going Home’, one of the prompts I didn’t get around to using for tw100’s challenge 292: Billboard Hot 100 last year. I’ve dug them out again to supplement the prompts I got from my f-list, just because there are still loads I wanted to use. Here be a triple drabble! I might expand this into a proper fic at some point.
When Ianto was snatched away by the Rift, Jack knew only one thing: he was going to get his lover back, no matter what it took. Failure simply wasn’t an option.
So while Tosh did what she could to trace where the Rift spike had taken his Welshman, Jack worked day and night to fix his Vortex Manipulator. He’d tried to contact the Doctor, but hadn’t received a reply to any of his messages. It didn’t surprise him. He’d have to do this by himself.
VM fixed, Tosh’s coordinates programmed in, Jack punched a button and teleported to the rescue.
OoOoO
The planet was actually quite pleasant. Breathable atmosphere, comfortably warm, and inhabited by friendly natives who seemed very excited to see him. Jack thought they looked a lot like Wombles.
Two of the smaller Wombles grabbed Jack by his hands, chattering incomprehensibly, and practically dragged him along until they reached a settlement. They were stronger than they looked.
There, sitting in front of a hut, surrounded by several dozen Wombles, was Ianto. He appeared to be trying to teach the natives to speak Welsh. They were doing quite well, much better than Jack had when Ianto tried to teach him.
OoOoO
“Jack!” Ianto leaped to his feet, throwing his arms around his captain. “God, I’ve missed you! I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever see you again!” Ianto pulled back slightly, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, looking a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s been a while.”
Jack returned the hug with interest.
“Missed you too,” he said in a choked voice. “How long has it been for you?”
“Almost two years. The natives are nice, but I’ve been lonely.”
Jack grinned.
“Let me take you away from all this! Hold on,” he added, pressing the button again, “we’re going home.”
The End